I like pie
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Posted:Feb 28, 2021 6:07 pm
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It had been a long wee Not a bad one, but just long. There had been so much going on for both of us, that at the end of the day we barely had the strength for a kiss and a hug goodnight, much less anything else.
The only thing that I really had going for was our showers together in the mornings. I don't think she fully realizes that after all our together, I find her even more beautiful each day than the day before. The way she looks standing there under the water, how her tits move when she rinses her hair excites . She turns around wash up her front and I'm left standing there looking at that magnificent ass. My first impulse is kneel down behind her and bury my face in between her cheeks and tongue her ass until my jaw aches, but I know that won't work because we both need to go. The second thought is to grab my hardening cock and pump it furiously while I fantasize about her ass. But, like I said, we have to go and it's getting late. Besides, I don't think she would be very flattered to turn around in the shower to find playing with myself and spraying cum all over the place at 7:00 in the morning.
So the day's progress until Friday finally gets here. I'll have work through the weekend, but there's just something about a Friday night that seems kind of special. She's had a long week, so I decide take her out this little steak house she really likes, just the of us, no . We meet there for an early dinner and quiet conversation. I profess my love for her and tell her how good she looks. She says she's hot, sweaty and dirty, but that just kind of turns me on too.
We have a long leisurely dinner and talk about the weeks events. Looking at her in the candlelight she looks so hot I just want to reach out, pull her to me and kiss and hold her at the table. Once again I control my incessant urges and maintain my composure. I the bill and we head for home.
The first thing we do when we get home is change clothes. I throw on a pair of shorts and she throws on her favorite night shirt and we both head for the living room unwind and relax a bit. She gets comfy in her chair while I stretch out on the couch and we find a movie watch.
I'm sitting on the couch watching the movie when I feel something brush against my chee I turn see what it is only see that she has shifted herself around in the chair, and that it was her foot I felt. She looks at with a sly smile and asks if it bothers . I quietly swallow the lump that's forming in the back of my throat, and tell her no, it feels good. She takes the quiet encouragement and starts tracing my lips with her toes.
It's at this point I have to pause and wonder about a few things. First, I have never had a thing for feet in my entire life. But recently, I find myself thinking about them quite a bit. Not all feet, just hers. I find myself thinking about them more and more, licking on the soles, sucking on her toes and for some reason I can't begin to fathom, deep-throating her foot. I don't know what about it does anything for me, but I get incredibly turned on by going down on her foot until I feel her toes massaging the back of my throat. The only thing that intensifies it more at this point is when it shifts from me sucking her foot in, to her pushing it in on her own. She's trying to fuck my mouth with her foot is the closest description I can come up with. Oh well, if it works (and it does), go for it.
The second thing I wonder about is does she get off on it? Does she enjoy the sensation of her foot being so attentively taken care of? Does the feeling of me lovingly sucking her toes get her hot? Or is she just doing this for my benefit? Not that it makes a lot of difference on whether I get hot or not, I'm just curious. Or is it watching me get hot that turns her on, knowing she's teasing me into a slow frenzy of passion?
Meanwhile, as all this is running through my head, she's slowly rubbing her foot all over my face. I can hardly stand it and just when I think I'm about at my limit, she slides her toes between my lips. I'm in heaven. My eyes close involuntarily, and I'm licking and sucking all I can get. I feel her pushing her foot against me, urging me to take it deeper until I have all five toes and half of her foot in my mouth all the way up to its arch, her big toe pressing against the back of my throat. If she touched my cock now, it would explode. She slowly pulls back and tells me she's going to take a shower.
I'm sitting on the couch trying to calm down a bit, listening to the shower running. I control the urge to run up there and watch her, it'll be better in the long run if I just take a bit to calm down. A week of playing in the shower in the mornings and no time to play at night has left me in quite a state. My balls are so full now that I can feel how heavy they are. I can tell already that when I finally do get off, it's gonna be bad. The way they're throbbing, I'll bet this load is going to be one for the record books.
I wait about a half hour and the pressure has subsided just a bit. I make my way upstairs and find her in our bed. She's lying on her side; soft music is playing on the radio. I lock the door and fumble a bit with the latch. I hadn't realized until now that my hands were shaking.
I take off my shorts and climb into bed. I slide over and spoon with her. My hard cock presses into the crack of her ass, my hand wrapped around her, holding her tit, I nuzzle up to her neck and gently nibble a bit. I can smell her hair and its driving me wild. She lowers her head to expose more of her neck, encouraging me to nibble harder and she tells me to feel free to work on her back too. As I'm nibbling her neck and back, I run my hand across her stomach and down her thigh, coming back up and stopping to rub her ass. It feels soft and wonderful. She can feel my cock throbbing against her ass and by the way she's rubbing against it, I know she's getting hot too.
She pulls away from me slightly and rolls over onto her stomach, pushing the covers off of her and exposing all of that beautiful ass. She knows what effect that has on me and I see that sly smile on her face again. I don't mind at all, because I have a few tricks up my sleeve as well. I roll over on top of her and bury my cock in the crack of her ass. I nibble on her neck a bit while slowly humping her ass. It feels great. I move down a bit and now her ass is pressed against my stomach. Things are starting to get a bit intense as I slowly move down, rubbing my chest against her ass cheeks. I nibble on her back as I'm rubbing my chest across her ass, and slowly run my tongue up from the crack of her ass all the way to her neck, pressing my body against hers the whole way.
As I'm moving up and down her back, I know how much she is enjoying this. Her ass keeps rising to meet my chin and she bends her legs back to rub her calves against my ribs, pushing me forward and bac This feels damn good. Lately she's discovered a new trick, knowing how things have changed about her feet, when I'm moving my chest down her ass; she moves her legs forward and rubs her feet on my face. This combined with her ass is driving wild.
Driving someone wild can go both ways, so while I have her foot in my mouth and her ass against my chest, I reach down between her legs from behind and slowly rub my finger across her hot pussy lips. They're not wet yet, but they soon will be. She pulls her foot out of my mouth, allowing me shift around a bit. This way I can gently stroke her pussy while I nibble on her bac
As I nibble her back, she tells not forget about her ass. I work my way down, gently nibbling on her ass cheeks and occasionally running my tongue down her crac Now her pussy is starting dampen, but it's still not quite wet. I give my finger a small lick moisten it, and gently slide it inside her, making little circles as I go stir the pot. Now it's really starting moisten up and her moans are telling she's enjoying the hell outta this. As I nibble on her ass cheeks and make my little circles with my finger, her pussy starts slowly pull in. The smell of wet pussy is driving me crazy. Combined with her ass in my face, I may lose it yet.
Sensing the change in tempo, she decides its time turn up the heat. She wiggles her ass back and forth so that every time I nibble, her crack is under my tongue. She's teasing me badly and she knows it. Having teased enough, she tells me to go ahead. When I ask her go ahead and what, she says to lick her asshole. She knows just what buttons to push. Something about the way she says that really gets to me and a shiver runs down my spine.
We're done playing now, as I gently spread her cheeks and start tongue fucking her asshole. I am licking and tasting all I can and I can feel my cock throbbing with excitement and at the same time, a flood of juices runs out of her now wet pussy, soaking my fingers. The passion is incredible, and she's starting to ride my finger. As good as her ass tastes, I need to taste some wet pussy. I tell her to roll over on her bac I move in slowly, savoring the aroma. My finger gently traces up and down from her clit her asshole, back and forth, sliding inside, ever so slightly.
I put my mouth over her wet pussy and trace the same line with tongue as with my finger. She arches her back and claws at the sheets, telling me how fucking good it feels. I start going in deeper with my finger while my free hand rubs her tits. Gently, we start to increase the pace. She knows this is gonna cause one hell of an orgasm.
My finger is now fully inside her and rubbing that sensitive are that always gets her off. She reaches down and grabs my head, telling me she's almost there. All of a sudden, my tongue hits the right spot over her clit and her pussy spasms in hard convulsions while she pounds my face with her pussy. I love it. She comes for what seems like forever, and then relaxes. I slow down a bit and hit that magic spot again. We've entered a cycle now where it's just one orgasm after another.
I've lost count of how many times she's cum now, but I know it's enough that her juices are running over. I pull back my hand and shove my tongue inside her, pulling back enough to go down on her asshole again. Now I've got the best of both worlds and I can lick both in one stroke while I massage her clit with my thumb.
She can't stand it any more, she needs cock now. She pushes me away from her pussy and flips me over on my bac She tells she wants make sure I'm hard enough, and in one stroke swallows my entire coc She pumps her mouth on it fast and wet and just when I think I'm gonna cum, she pulls off of it and climbs on top of . She's so wet that she buries my cock completely with her wet pussy in one hard, fast stroke. This feels so incredible that I can't hold back much more make it last. I grab her by the shoulders and ram my cock into her as hard and as fast as I can.
I knew it wouldn't take long, and I feel my orgasm building up inside. I grab her roughly by the shoulders and in one last thrust, I started cumming. I was expecting an intense orgasm after the past week, but nothing like this. I haven't shot this much out of since high school. Her eyes are closed and her head thrown back, enjoying the geyser going off inside her. My orgasm finally subsides and she moves her hips back and forth, milking out every last drop.
As I lay beneath her trying catch my breath, she looks down at and smiles. She tells that I've been talking about this all week, so here's my big chance follow through. I just smile and tell her that she knows I want it and I ask her if she's waiting for an invitation. She slowly pulls off my now semi-stiff cock and moves up my chest, smiling in anticipation of what's next.
Balancing herself with the headboard, she slowly lowers her freshly fucked pussy over my face. I look up into her pussy and see it covered with both of our juices, blended into one exquisite creamy sauce. As I start to gently tongue the outer edges, I tell her to squeeze a little bit out. I feel her muscles flex a bit on my tongue and a small gob falls into my waiting mouth. It tastes so good, I have to have more. I tell her to go ahead and give all of it, as I put my mouth over her pussy and buried my tongue inside her. I grab her ass with both hands and pull her down on my face as she lets the dam open and the creamy globs of our cum start flowing into my mouth. As fast as I can swallow, she adds more. I knew I had cum a lot, but this was tremendous. I swallow and I tongue fuck her until finally there isn't anymore. Her last quivers subsiding, she rolls off me onto the bed where we lay in each others arms, basking in the afterglow of another creamy Friday night.
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Making love
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Posted:Feb 23, 2021 3:58 pm
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2024 2:1 am
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I lay behind you, running my fingers softly along your cheek, pushing the hair from your neck. Leaning in, you feel the softness of my lips along the top of your shoulder, then along the flesh where your hair once laid. You feel the tender touch of my tongue on your skin, as the fingers that moved your hair from your neck begin to trace along the top of your chest.
My hand continues lower, fingers slowly spiralling down and inward over your fabric covered breasts. As I gently run my teeth along your warming neck, you feel my fingertips trace your stiffening nipple, my thumb and forefinger gently teasing. I harden against you, and my fingers continue their exploration.
Continuing to journey down your body, my hand finds the base of your shirt and disappears beneath. Moving upwards, I tease your body with aching slowness. You feel them reach your breasts, and I gently roll one nipple, then the other between my fingers. Unconsciously you begin to grind backwards against , feeling my hardness against you.
My hand again returns to the bottom of your shirt and slowly pulls it up your body. You back and sit up for a brief moment, lifting your arms, allowing me to pull the fabric over and off. With your breasts now exposed, you lay back down, grinding your ass firmly into my swollen cock through our pants. As we grind harder against each other my hand explores you, running over your breasts and neck.
I roll you to your back, reaching across your body and turning your lips to mine. They connect, then part, our tongues meeting with growing passion. As I kiss you, my hand moves over your warming skin. Although not rough, I am no longer teasing, wanting you to clearly feel my growing desire through my touch. I run my hands to your breasts now, caressing them with purpose.
As I pull from our kiss, I bite your lower lip. My mouth moves to your cheek, your neck, then along the top of your chest. I firmly roll one nipple between my fingers and you feel a warmth overcome the other, my tongue rhythmically moving over it while my lips gently suck. I kiss your chest and my fingers lower, nervous energy rushing over your body as my fingers trace down your stomach. My mouth moves from your breast, up your neck and chest to your lips once again, and as they meet my own, you feel the tips of my fingers slip beneath the top of your pants. I kiss you long and deep now as my hand delves deeper. As I continue to grind against you, my fingers part your warmth, bringing your wetness to your swelling clit. I massage slowly but firmly, then run lower again, two fingers disappearing inside you.
A sigh parts your lips as your legs open wider, inviting me to explore your depths. You turn your toward and kiss hard. the same time your hand moves to my hardness and strokes me through my pants. Your wetness engulfs my fingers completely, and you proceed to undo the button and zipper keeping your hand from my cock. Your hand moves into my pants, finding its way into my boxers, wrapping itself around me; you can feel me throb in your hand, aching to be released.
I remove my hands from inside your pants and push you to your back. In a quick movement I am between your legs, my body knelt over you. I lean in and kiss you deeply, your hand continuing to stroke me. I kiss your neck and shoulders to the top of your chest. You release your grip as I kiss lower, making my way to your breasts. Caressing them firmly now with my hands and sucking one nipple then the other, I grind my body between your legs. I run my teeth over your flesh and move my body downward, kissing down your stomach. You feel your pants now loosen, my hands pulling them slowly down your legs.
Looking down as the last of your clothing is pulled from your body and tossed aside, I deeply into your eyes as my hands reach to your inner thighs. Slowly massaging, they make their way higher. Soon I feel the warmth emanating from you on my hands and I lean in, slowly kissing just above the inside of one knee, then the other. My lips and tongue now journey upwards and I become entranced by the fragrance of your womanhood. As my mouth moves higher, you feel your wetness being parted, and two fingers enter you once as you down with anticipation. I gently bite along the top of your inner thigh, then as your back arches and your head rolls backward, you feel my tongue then my lips make contact.
While my fingers move in and of your body, you feel softly sucking on your clit, my tongue caressing your swollen and sensitive nub. Reflexively, your hand moves to my head, running though my hair and holding my mouth against you. The taste of your honey is intoxicating, and the craving to feel that warmth wrapped around grows stronger every moment. Caressing faster with my mouth now, I revel in the perfection of your beautiful body. I run my tongue to where my fingers penetrate you now, and run it through your warmth, adding your juices to the moisture of my mouth. I use this wetness to continue pleasing your clit.
Unable to wait any longer, I lift myself. You watch as I reach down, pull my pants and boxers down my legs, and throw them aside. My cock springs forth, and you can clearly see my excitement. I begin to kiss up your body once more, my mouth running over your stomach, your breasts, and your neck to your lips. I kiss you beautiful smile deeply, letting you share in your taste.
As I kiss you, you feel my hand move between your legs, stroking slowly. A moment later you feel my hand leave your body and you realize I have myself in my hand. I pull from our kiss and kneel between you open legs. You down to see my cock in my hand, then watch and feel as I begin to stroke my swollen tip along the length of your wetness.
Placing myself at your waiting entrance, we both smile at the anticipation of what comes next. I lean in, kissing your soft lips once more, and you feel my cock spread your warmth, filling you slowly. Immediately I feel your heat consume me, taking me until I am deep inside of you. As we kiss deeper than before, my hands run over your body and my hips begin rolling, my throbbing cock moving in and of you.
Your hand reaches to my hair, pulling deeper into our kiss, your hips moving with now, inviting to fill you more and mor . Our bodies rock together, our rhythm teaming to let your warmth envelop fully. Eventually our lips part, and I focus on moving faster and faster, my cock unable to get enough of your perfect body.
Intent on lasting, I begin slow my pace. I then pull my cock from your warmth and pull you to meet me. Kneeling on our knees, to , we kiss. Upon the parting of our lips, I kiss and suckle firmly upon your breasts while you stroke my hardness firmly with your hand. You then take charge, pushing to my back. You then smile and lean forward. Without hesitation you take between your lips, your tongue circling my head, sucking deep into your mouth. Expertly sucking my cock, you into my and I watch as I disappear over and over between your lips. Finally, pulling from your mouth, you smile. Still stroking , you move up and over my body, positioning your hungry entrance.
Slowly you lower yourself to my cock and once again our bodies join. With eyes locked, you grind deep into you, leaning in to let kiss your breasts, your neck, and your soft and lips. You continue to ride for some time, my hips thrusting my hardness deeper into you in concert with each of your downward movements. Using your beautiful body to pleasure me, your breathing steadily grows heavier and faster until I feel you body tighten and you begin to moan softly and release yourself around me. As you come down from your , you slow your pace, clearly exhausted.
Taking my cue, I slowly roll you off of . As we reposition ourselves I lead you to bend over. On your knees now, I position myself behind you and enter your divine warmth once more. You feel as amazing from behind as in every other way, and I know it won't be long before I too get release. No longer focusing on being gentle, my cock moves in and of you hard and fast.
As I now absolutely fuck your perfect pussy from behind, I feel your hand move between your legs, stroking your clit as I penetrate you over and over. I grip your ass and hips firmly, giving extra leverage to my thrusts. I slowly massage your ass, and based on the moans escaping your lips, you don't seem to mind at all. Taking it one step further, you begin to feel fingers very light running over your back entrance, adding extra stimulation. Over the next few minutes this added stimulation increases in intensity and you feel a finger firmly massaging.
Finally, as your breath begins to quicken once more, my thrusts gain intensity, and you can tell I am getting close. The hand between your legs now joins your perfect pussy in milking my hardness, urging to finish my task. As you back , thrusting backwards to meet my every move forward, I tell you I am going to .
You continue to over your shoulder and I begin to let a low moan. Deep inside, you feel the quake of my release and the warmth of my seed filling you, your wetness now mixing with my fluids. I continue with my final thrusts, feeling your hand on your clit once more and a final moan leave your lips.
Collapsing together on the bed, you turn to kiss deeply one last time, then press your ass against my softening member. We lay there, once against just gently grinding, my lips once again kissing your neck slowly as you smile, comforted by the feeling of our combined arousal spilling onto your inner thigh; a reminder of the moment just shared.
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Writers block
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Posted:Feb 21, 2021 3:34 pm
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2024 2:1 am
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I stared the very few words on my screen. Again. I couldn't focus on a single idea as my mind was distracted. And racing. And jumping from idea to idea. And none of those ideas were very good.
I looked the window again for the seventeenth time. Our yard stretched before . A slight breeze on that cool Spring made the tree branches sway lightly in a peaceful fashion, like small waves of greeting. The yard stretched back to the dense woods behind the house, crawling up the side of a very small mountain (a large hill really). It was undoubtedly very peaceful here. And isolated. A writer's dream place, but seemingly still failing to inspire in this story.
I sighed again, my mind focusing on everything except the task hand: the creak of windows the light breeze, the hum of the air conditioner kicking back on, the distant sound of the love of my life walking through our home, a tiny spot of condensation on the desktop where my beverage had just sat.
Sometimes to clear my mind I would clean, straighten. I did that already with no success. Sometimes I would take care of a few other 'to do' tasks, smaller and easier to knock . Also check on that one. And also no success. Sometimes I would make a to do list to see if it cleared things , unloading the thoughts and near thoughts in my head onto another canvas instead of remaining lodged in my mind, taking up valuable space. Did it. Didn't work.
So here I sat staring at a screen with the time and the need to work on this but decidedly lacking the calm and focused mind to accomplish such a task.
My fingers fidgeted as I kept staring at the few words. And then my eyes returned to the window for staring episode eighteen. And that's when I saw her in the reflection. Her , framed by her hair, moving gracefully towards my seat. The rest of her did not register in the reflection. I didn't turn. I just watched as she got closer as I heard the patter of her feet on the hardwood floor of the office. I smiled. Even with few details discernible, I loved the way she looked. So beautiful. So graceful. I was a very blessed man.
When she stopped right behind me, I finally felt her fingers rest gently on my shoulder. I closed my eyes for a moment relishing the gentle touch. She moved her fingers to the back of my neck, moving fingertips through the back of my hair. It felt so good. She knew my buttons. Always.
I sighed contentedly as her fingers continued their pseudo massage exploration of my hair. My fingers began to relax. Eighteen gazes into the peaceful picturesque scene of our back yard could not accomplish what she did in a few gentle caresses. She was that good.
She must have been leaning over as I suddenly felt the presence of her beautiful right next to . She didn't speak. We didn't need to. She and I could speak volumes to each other without a single word being uttered. She leaned forward slightly and kissed my cheek. Soft lips grazed against the warmth of my cheek. No sound, just a reminding touch.
I reached back with my hand. I needed another point of contact. Maybe two. Maybe . I ran my fingertips along her leg. Her knee was exposed. So was her thigh. It was when my fingers blindly reached her upper thigh did I encounter any resistance: long shirt tails. She was wearing one of my button down collar shirts. She knows I love her in those.
I am less turned on by frilly lingerie (although I must confess I do like it also) than I am by a woman, my woman, wearing a button down shirt and panties. Its natural. Its intimate. It speaks to the very core of .
I brought my thumb and other fingers to gently grip her thigh, my thumb on her inner thigh, my fingers outside, squeezing gently. She let out a small gasp. I knew what she likes.
The creamy smooth skin beneath my fingers felt delicious. I wanted to move further but was content to remain in this slow building pace. It was heavenly.
My thumb began to move back and forth and I heard the breathy whisper of a contented sigh from her lips, so close to my ear and cheek. I felt her fingers moved back to my neck, her thumb drawing deep circles at the base of my skull. Relaxing and sensual at the same time. It felt so good. Her fingers always felt good.
I felt her other hand begin to slide forward on my shoulder, rubbing the muscle and the collarbone. I breathed in and out deeply. So relaxing. Back and forth her fingers moved along my shoulder, reaching further forward at each pass. Soon her fingers wanted something else. They lightly dance across my upper chest, targeting the top button of my shirt. I felt her fingers slowly work the button loose, her other hand continuing its welcome assault on the back of my neck.
My fingertips press against her thigh, feeling the skin give a bit as I rubbed in circles. I loved her legs. Beautiful. Long. Mine. I loved how they felt beneath my fingers. Beneath my lips. Wrapped around me. I had found my focus.
My button loosened, her fingers slid into the top of my shirt, continuing the dance across my chest. Her touch was always so gentle. So careful. I felt like I was being very slowly unwrapped. Thats exactly what was happening.
She brushed her lips against my check again and then rested her cheek against mine. This was the kind of intimacy that drives a man wild. I felt as one with this woman. Nothing else mattered.
My fingers slid up her thigh, tips brushing against the seam of her cotton panties. I ran my fingertip across the line, across the front of her thigh towards her hip and back. I continued towards her lap. I could feel her breath stop in anticipation. I loved that: knowing that my touch can be so controlling. She wielded the same power over me. This was our dance.
Her finger traced along my exposed collarbone as mine moved towards the center of her panties. I remained on the seam, but moved between her thighs. So close to a most sweet spot, a place she shared with . Her fingers pushed down in the top of my shirt, feeling my chest hair.
I moved my fingertip back from between her thighs and traveled up her panties between the hip and the crotch. The soft cottony texture moved beneath my touch, until I reached the top. My fingers continued to blindly explore, reaching her navel. Her shirt, my shirt really, was open and her body was awaiting my touch. And I was more than happy to oblige. My eyes remained shut as my entire focus was on her soft, , inviting skin.
I turned my towards hers, finally opening my eyes. My fingers were resting against her belly, hers against my chest. I reached up and turned her chin to , my fingers resting against her jaw, moving my lips towards hers. We connected. Briefly. A first touch was the intimate greeting, and it was soft, and brief, and it signaled what was to come. The second saw us parting our lips as we moved closer. Tongues dancing briefly against lips. I tasted her lip gloss, so sweet against my tongue. My fingertip slid across her jaw line, keeping her lips with mine. The third kiss, my tongue parted her lips to taste her, my sweet love. I felt her fingers gripping my shirt tightly.
I turned my body so that I was more fully facing her, her lips never leaving mine. My fingers remained on her belly as we moved. My hand on her dropped to guide her body into a position I wanted, facing . My lips finally left her. Her fingers never let loose the iron grip she enjoyed on my shirt. I was fine with that.
I kissed from her lips down to her jaw. I nibbled across the line back to her ear. I knew what she liked to be nibbled on, and her ear lobes and right behind them were rather potent erogenous zones. And thats where I landed briefly. Between lips clamped on her earlobe my tongue danced across the tip between my lips. She moaned again. She loved that and I knew that.
I kissed down her neck. Planting small kisses in a line in my exploration. My fingers were continuing to gently massage her very sensuous flat belly. We liked to take our time.
I kissed down to her collarbone. Both of her hands were now gripping the open front of my shirt as if that was all that was keeping her on her feet. My lover was waiting on me and my part of the dance. I savored the skin down to the upper part of her chest, kissing across towards the crease between her breasts. Her shirt was open, but still covered her nipples. Her breasts came together rather sensually right in the middle of the open flaps. And I kissed down this crease. I felt the softness of her breasts as I kissed across the surface. I knew every inch of her body, but that did not stop me from enjoying it all over again.
I made it her breasts now. I could feel her heartbeat beating faster near . of necessity, her fingers had to let go of my shirt as I dropped down to kissing her belly, moving instead to tangle in my hair. She was encouraging to move lower and I loved it.
My kisses moved around and eventually on her navel. I loved kissing her here. Moving down along her lower belly I was headed towards my prize. Grabbing each side I pulled down her panties to her thighs, just exposing to her small tuft of hair and her sweet lips. I kissed down to the newly revealed area, running my tongue along the line of her pussy lips, tasting the moisture on the outside.
I ran my tongue down the length, pushing the lips apart slightly. Her fingers tightened in my hair, pushing my into her lap. I breathed in deeply her scent, musky and sweet. I pressed my tongue in parting her lips, tasting the nectar awaiting . Her body shuddered as I dragged my tongue up her slit. Her moans following my movements.
My hands moved from her belly around behind her and sliding down the backside of her right thigh, pulling her leg up. My tongue slipped further in, feeling heat and wetness surround it. I heard her my name in pleasure. I loved that sound.
I dug my fingertips into the back of her thigh as my tongue slide up her sopping wet slit to find her pleasure bud. It was hard, extended and awaiting my attention. I wrapped my lips around it and sucked, pressing my tongue against the tip. She cried .
As my tongue twirled around her clit my fingers pressed into her flesh. Hers pulled my hair. Urgency. We both were feeling it. I was feeling the need to be inside her. Now.
I immediately stood up, my hands working on my belt as my mouth overtook hers, kissing her deeply. My tongue pressed against hers. I dropped my pants and her hands were already moving my boxers down. My cock was barely freed before I moved forward needing to connect with her. I pushed the tip of cock against her lips, moving it with my hand around, massaging her pussy lips. Her fingertips dug into my hips trying to pull me in. Finally her fingers moved around to my bare ass, trying desperately to pull me forward.
I pushed my cock forward a bit, just my head moving in between her pussy lips. She bit onto my shoulder as I pushed a little further in, moving deeper and deeper. The warmth of her pussy surrounding my cock. Squeezing me tightly. I pressed deeper into my love, lifting her chin again so that I could deeply kiss her. She moaned into my mouth. Her breath mingled with mine.
I pushed further in Her walls constricting around . She was pulling in further. She wanted to feel completely inside of her. I reached up and held her , her eyes locked on mine, as I pushed the rest of the way in. She moaned but kept her eyes open. I could feel her completely surrounding , completely connected.
I held myself deep inside of her, my chest pressed against hers. She worked on my shirt, unbuttoning what was necessary. Our mouths pressed against each other, holding my full thick cock deep inside of her. Filling her.
As she bared my chest, she immediately pushed her exposed breasts against me. I heard her sigh a bit in relief as she moved herself tightly against me. A tight desperate embrace.
I moved my head back to lock eyes with hers, both of us breathing heavily. It was not a break in the passion but rather a moment of anticipation. I placed my hands on her bare bottom and pulled back, my hard thick cock sliding . I felt her pussy lips drag across my shaft as I pulled away. I then moved quickly back in. . feeling the drag again. She shuddered but our eyes remain locked on one another. Her beautiful deep chocolate eyes bore into , her lips parted as she tried desperately to breathe.
I slid my cock back into her, enjoying the feeling, the heat, the wetness. And slid back so that the head remained inside. Faster I moved. Each thrust forward and each retreat faster than the last. My fingers dug almost painfully into her bottom as I kept bringing her body forward into mine. We watched each other, passionately watching the pleasure etched on each other's faces. She was so beautiful.
I could not last much longer. Her pussy tightly clenched around . Her walls nearly throbbing around my member. I needed release. She saw it in my eyes and I saw it in hers. Her breathing, her heartbeat, her fingers pulling me to her. I was so close.
And then the moment came. Her eyes on mine, we knew. I felt her pussy throb and pulse around me, she was orgasming. Her lips parted more as a long moan escaped, her body shuddered. And that was it for me, my cock unloading inside of her, giving her everything inside of me. I felt pulse after pulse inside of my throbbing cock. Her chin dropped to my shoulder, her naked nipples hard against my bare chest. I kept my semi-hard cock inside of her, enjoying the after glow, the shuddering, her heartbeat pulsing through her body. We were in sync.
She lifted her chin from my shoulder and we shared an intense kiss. It spoke to me: thank you, I need you, I love you. I slowly pulled my cock from her . . . Each escaping centimeter causing her to groan, until I was . She knelt down in front of , kissing the tip of my mostly flaccid cock with a small sweet smile, and then reaching my knees to slowly pull my boxers and pants up. She carefully buttoned, zipped and buckled all back into place. She then stood in front of , letting drink her in, and held my cheek as she kissed one last time.
She turned and walked of the room. I just stared with a of satisfaction spread across my smile. I turned and sat back in my chair. Staring momentarily at my screen, the words began to flow as my fingers moved. I began typing: 'I stared at the very few words on my screen. Again. I couldn't focus on a single idea as my mind was distracted . . . '
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Why do I love to eat you?
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Posted:Feb 16, 2021 5:18 pm
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2024 2:1 am
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It's sort of rude, I know, to jump in to the topic hand without any foreplay, no teasing, no delicious meandering around the point. But just like that act, I am so eager I find it hard to restrain myself. Hungry to start.
Why am I writing this down? When I've told you so many times before how much I love to go down on you? The more I commit words to paper, the more afraid that you'll see as a deviant, a single-minded pervert. I do have a concern that this will turn you off, or scare you off. You've said that you don't think you're enough for sometimes. You are. I want you--completely. And I would like you to understand me. That's all. I am tentative and nervous, awaiting your judgment of these words.
Is this crude? Maybe. It isn't written to be, but I can see how it could be taken that way. It is written by a man, not a woman. I can use words like fuck, cunt and pussy interchangeably with female fruit and flower, without turning the slightest shade of pink--no embarrassment or shame. I am not a woman, and I unapologetically do not speak like one.
You may think, "is this all he wants out of me, to be something I could never fulfill? Would no end of ravenous devouring quench him?" True, I would worship your pussy as much as you would let me. If you ask for it twice or three times in one , I can accommodate you. But it is not my expectation. I do not need to lick you time and time again until you are raw and throbbing. I do not require being fed your beautiful fruit each and every . I will take what you can offer readily and thankfully. Like a polite offered a chocolate bar, I will greedily accept what I am given and try not to beg for more.
Do I love to eat you? No. I love all of you, and I love to take your body in any of the ways you can give it to . I love fucking you in every single way. But this way is special to , deserving of explanation and exposition. Don't think I don't love every other part of making love, gazing into your eyes, holding your pretty in my hands, petting and stroking you, admiring every other part of your beautiful body. I do. Don't think I don't love our life as partners, as husband and wife, our friendship, our life together, and everything that happens outside the bedroom. I do. There are other times and places to explain those feelings though.
You've asked me several times before, wondering at my devotion to lapping at you. I know exactly why I love eating you. We were , my first and love. We could do anything, full of youth and excitement everything. Our bodies constantly vibrated like tuning forks, frequencies tuned to each other. We were in my car. Fooling around like many times before. In our overprotective intelligence, we didn't fuck, vaginally anyway. I wouldn't let us. I had a deathly fear of becoming a teenage pregnancy statistic. Maybe we were being too cautious, but kissing and fondling were the items on the menu.
And of course oral sex. I ate you with a hunger that couldn't be contained. I was a sexual act waiting to happen, hormones and lust personified. The closest I would let myself get to the "real thing" was to go down on you. And I did so voraciously. You were a succulent female fruit, finally open for exploration after all my teenage yearning. The taste of you was the first taste I had of raw sex. All my lustful energy was focused on eating your beautiful cunt for months and months on end, training to worship your pussy.
I made you come for the first time my tongue. The first time *ever*. I felt like a god. The surprise you had when your tension was finally released: your eyes full of wonder. "This is what it feels like, what everyone's talking about, what I'd been missing?" you asked me. You hadn't ever masturbated before then. My mouth had the privilege of being the first to introduce you to the pure pleasure of sex. My pride was as stiff as my cock.
I remember when we were and had no homes of our own. In our car on a lonely country road. Both tired, but neither of us wanted to end the night, to separate to our parent's houses, to end our precious time together. I had rubbed your shoulders, your body. You were relaxed, almost asleep. I was languidly kissing and suckling at your vulva while massaging your ass, cupping your cheeks with my hands. Without any warning at all, you came. Just like that. From a state of complete relaxation, almost asleep, you suddenly cried out and grabbed my head as you spasmed. Even you were surprised as it came out of nowhere; I could see the shock and surprise on your . The pleasure I felt your instant orgasm filled , and since I was already so excited from sucking on you, without any stimulation I came in my shorts.
Another time I was satisfying you with my mouth. I was slow and my tongue made lazy circles on your clit as I nursed on you. You came, cradling my head to you in your hands. Although you came, I had just started and hadn't yet eaten my fill. I was persistent: I didn't change rhythm, didn't speed up, didn't stop, but just kept gently sucking your cunt, before, during and after your orgasm. Instead of pushing me off immediately to stop the stimulation on your raw swollen pussy, you relented. You let me continue, gently stroking my hair. At first, you were quite sensitive, but after a while you relaxed. Soon, you were bucking your hips against my mouth, trying to satisfy yourself a second time. And you did, coming once again in my mouth.
I remember these early events in our sex life, very clearly, almost as if it were yesterday. Every time you came was novel and unique, and burned on my memory like a brand, molding my sexual cravings. I saw that I could bring you pleasure with my mouth, tongue, and fingers, and as a lover I sought your pleasure instead of my own. I spent many waking moments dreaming of your cunt, and she unconsciously formed part of my being. Being before her, worshipping at her altar.
Am I a pervert or fetishist for craving to eat your pussy? Admittedly, it is abnormal. Normal husbands and boyfriends don't appear to go there, visiting as a perfunctory act when all else has failed. Nor do most porn actors and actresses, focusing instead on the almighty cock, apparently setting normal sex acts by example to the hoards of men who watch it. So many tales about girlfriends of yours who would love to be licked, waiting in silent desperation yet complaining to their friends about their uneaten pussies. Their husbands are more than happy to feed their wives their cocks, and they distain from returning the favor. Maybe once a year on her birthday, Christmas maybe, they can muster up the courage. All those unsatisfied women, who can't or won't beg their husbands to lick them. Even if they could, they would almost certainly be rebuffed. Yes, I am different. I can't imagine that selfishness. I don't think of that place being dirty or smelly. I live to be a slave to your cunt. I can't wait to you. I am abnormal in this way, so in my abnormality I must be a pervert by definition.
You it my lick fantasy. It is one of the earliest fantasies I've shared with you, simply where you lay back with wide spread legs and let tease you, lick you, suck you, tongue you, as long as I want. And I take hours, reveling in the act, tickling every surface of your pussy and your clit with my tongue. Sucking and slurping and spreading and stretching your lips, gently clasping them between my own. You let continue as long as I want, laying back and absorbing the pleasure. not unnecessarily teasing you, but reveling in your femaleness. This fantasy is one of many, the first and most basic, most primal. I have many, many ways to dream about going down on you. In my fantasies, you are always greedy. You take, take, take, receiving everything my mouth can dish out. And you never ask.
You have a long work, and you come home frustrated and exhausted. You're wearing a business suit with a skirt. You open the door, and almost thoughtlessly, like reflexively getting a cold beer after a hard , you sit on the couch and hike up your skirt. You're not wearing panties. You , expectantly, wordlessly. I know what to do to calm you down.
You come home from jogging or biking. Heavy exercise, sweaty exercise. You are salty and musky, ripe and fragrant. Your pull down your shorts, revealing yourself to be swollen, , and moist with sweat. Before you shower, you beg to clean you off.
It's the middle of the night. Two or three in the morning. Everything is dead silent; asleep beside you. You can't sleep, and you're horny. Without thinking about it, without worrying about depriving of sleep or startling , you wake by clamping your pussy over my mouth. I wake up with my full of you, and you use as your personal vibrator to bring yourself off so you can sleep.
We're in a movie theater, almost empty but not quite. focused on the movie and not you. The movie has made you and bothered, and you scoot down in your seat, sliding up your skirt. You insistently nudge my head downwards, until I understand and am between your legs as the movie plays on.
We're having a dinner party. Our friends arrive in minutes, and you urgently beg to you, *right now*. We sneak off to the bathroom, and I obediently devour you. You come for me, just in time for the doorbell. Now that you're finished, you quickly pull up your panties and pants and nonchalantly answer the door. All the while rushing to wash your pussy juice off my and desperately trying to suppress my giant erection so I can greet our friends.
I want you to rub my in it. Not daintily dabbing my like a cotton ball. Using your spread lips as a washcloth to wipe down my . Pretending your pussy is a sander, and you are trying to grind off my nose. Or that my nose is a pencil, and your pussy hole is a pencil sharpener. I want to breath your cunt, and your moisture to coat my .
There are many variations of fantasies like this. You are demanding of your worshipful slave. Silent because the expectation is understood, you don't need to ask. No reciprocation is required or desired. You've overcome your timidness in getting what you want, understanding my lust for your pussy is real and constant. You feel no compulsion to be polite, not callous but cavalier, you know there is no requirement for build-up on my part, and no possible way you could ever be rejected. You have an urge that must be satisfied, and I am always ready and waiting to taste your female flesh.
I have no way of knowing your natural desired frequency for the act; always insistently begging you to sit on my . I don't know how much you would need it if I wasn't there to ask. I would hope that you too would crave it often. Please understand these words are real. They aren't an elaborate parable for making you feel good about your body or your "dirty bits", even if they may have that effect. If you have a hunger for my tongue, even if a fleeting thought crosses your dirty mind, would that you overcome your shyness and demand it, knowing that my heart would leap for joy in pleasuring you.
Am I eating just a pussy attached to a body? Any pussy will do? An object? eating you, my lover. Your pussy isn't just a thing I use to satiate my lust, it's a gateway to your soul. My carnal caresses are the most primal way I can connect to you. I seek your orgasm, and through it, I connect to the core of you.
I wish there was an equivalent of deepthroating for a pussy. An act of special sexual athleticism, requiring repeated training to overcome one's body's limits. I would practice and perfect my cunt deepthroating skills, taking you deeper until I could do it without choking or gagging. Unfortunately, there is not. I want to become an expert, to understand your pussy like no other. This is the best I can offer instead.
I hate your period. It causes you pain, and embarrassment, and mess, and makes you uncomfortable. I hate it for those reasons. Admittedly selfish, I also hate it because it deprives me of my pleasure. You won't let me feed on you during your period. Not that I'd necessarily want to, I don't want to taste your blood. I know you are just trying to keep me clean, keeping me from your "grossness". I know if you've just cleaned yourself and I stay near your clit, it's safe. But I don't think you'll grant those exception cases though. No clemency for the wicked such as me. So instead I try as hard as I can to time my requests, to allow me to go down on you right before, as close to the lockout period as I can. Sometimes I can taste that it's going to happen very soon when you're slightly metallic and more pungent. I am aware that I begin to beg you incessantly in the days before your period, and for that I apologize. My excuse is that I am desperate for my last meal before a long fast. Then I need to wait five long interminable days.
The experience of having my buried in your pink wetness is heavenly. I adore the way your pussy looks: your lips are the petals of an exotic flower, meant to be opened and stroked, tended to by your gardener. You know I love your scent; you often catch me cupping my hand to my afterwards to concentrate the remaining whiffs of your perfume off my beard and my fingers. A wonderful aroma I can't resist, like the fragrance of a flower designed by nature to attract bees. I love to taste your honey. To lick it off my fingers when finished. I love the cries and moans you make, the little signals letting know where I am when navigating you, like an audible map to your pussy's pleasure zones.
If I am ever flagging, limp, not stiff enough to penetrate you, here is the cure. Let press my into your beaver, deeply draw in your scent, suckle your clit. Let suck you off, and you can restore to a rock hard piston instantly.
Have I said too much? Is this too personal, too single-minded, too raw? I apologize for inadvertently offending you with my seemly constant focus on sex. I am a man with a sex drive. Testosterone pumps my lust for you nearly non-stop. Despite my ability to function as a normal member of society, to perform complex tasks, to hold down a job, to walk, talk, and chew gum, I think of it all the time. Regardless of whether with you or you're absent, I often think of kneeling before you, pulling down your pants, and satiating you. That's why you are safe in approaching any time; I've probably been already thinking about it within the last five minutes.
Your loving and admiring husband.
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Pictures of you
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Posted:Feb 10, 2021 6:50 pm
Last Updated:Feb 11, 2021 10:36 am
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Send me a picture of you, email it me from where you are, from where I’ll never see but always imagine. Purse those lips a little as you look at the camera, lick them and think of my tongue moving across, diving into your mouth. Think of how many times I kiss them in my fantasies. Think of how I’ll see them and my own mouth will open slightly, how I will gasp trying to draw you in with the air.
Wink at the camera, flirt with me. Pull your shirt open, first one button, then two. Bend over, grinning. Show me the curving joyous shadows of your cleavage. Know that the moment that picture is revealed, as each pixel comes together, my fingers will stretch just a bit. Before I can even think, they will be reaching to trace an orbit about each sensual globe, to commit to body-memory the softness of your skin, and to spiral, always closing in, always seeking the delightful peak of each that I have barely dreamt of. Know also that my fingers are not the only physical reaction you have caused.
Bend back now, let your shirt ride up if you will not remove it yet, show me your belly. You know what that does to me. My fingers are still preoccupied; but now my lips have another desire. I want to bury my face in the beautiful bulge of your stomach, I want to flatten myself against your giving flesh and let you invade my senses of touch, sight, smell, taste ... let me caress the expanse of it with breeze-soft finger strokes and kisses building like rain into a thunderstorm. Lie down, and let me slide my body inch by inch up your belly, perhaps even to the point where my now-aching hardness is soothed against it.
You know I am touching myself by now. Send another picture, quickly, before my hand begins to speed up, my cock begins to drip with readiness. Send a picture with your legs spread wide beneath your skirt, show me the length of your legs stretching up, let my eyes follow devouring each inch as my lips would, higher, higher, where the skin is even softer and more sensitive, where you would quiver to my touch, until I learn the color of your –
My cock jumps. I almost lose control. There are no panties. Naughty, delightful, wonderful lover! God, how it makes me shiver, not just the sight but the knowledge that you did that for me. What a sexy, seductive, incredible surprise. You know I’ll dream of you after this. You know you’re my fondest fantasy, driving me wild picture by picture the way you are. You know I can’t wait for the next one.
And in the next one, you reveal all, knowing more than anything else that I cannot wait much longer. You are revealed to me all at once, glorious, naked to my eyes as I fondly imagine you being to my every lustful desire. God, there aren’t even words, there are only flashing fantasies of touching - caressing - tasting - fondling - devouring - of that fantasy somewhere when we would be together, and they build with my racing pulse until finally, I can’t hold back anymore and I lick my lips, bend my back, spread my legs wider and then –
Then I beg you for more pictures.
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